Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Television,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.